My "Perfect" Son is a Broken Machine

I used to be the life of our family.

Until my sister, Lily, was born. Suddenly, every creative, hyperactive thing I did became a "threat" to her safety.

For Lily’s first birthday, I spent a whole month building a mechanical musical castle for her. It had over a thousand tiny custom gears and parts.

But when I turned it on, the flashing LED lights and the whirring of the gears terrified her. She burst into tears.

That night, my dad smashed my castle to pieces. And my mom slapped me across the face for the first time in my life.